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Zylon stands at an imposing 7’2”, their elongated, sinewy frame encased in an iridescent black exoskeleton veined with shifting purple and blue bioluminescence. Their smooth, obsidian-like scalp bears glowing glyph-like markings that flicker softly, resembling constellations in motion. Without pupils, their silver, luminescent eyes hold an unsettling, endless depth, betraying no emotion yet seeming to see beyond the physical realm. A nearly featureless face is punctuated by a wide mouth with retractable mandibles, hinting at a form adapted for both speech and something far more alien. Draped in a flowing, dark metallic robe that ripples as if weightless, Zylon moves without footsteps, gliding effortlessly through the air and leaving a faint, shimmering distortion in their wake. Engraved, armored bracers encase their forearms, pulsating softly with an unknown energy, while a floating, holographic sigil hovers near their shoulder—a silent emblem of their origin. Their long, delicate fingers, adorned with bio-organic rings, twitch subtly as if channeling unseen forces.